I Was Auctioned(1)

Author：Yao Jiu Ling

My girlfriend's name was Queenie Lawson. She was absolutely stunning. She had tanned skin, long legs, and stood tall at five feet seven inches. Her waist-length hair was curly and flowed down her back like a waterfall. Throughout the year, she would wear different styles of white shirts and smoky gray pencil skirts, which always left people feeling captivated by her elegance and sophistication.

She worked in real estate. Three years prior, amidst the hustle and bustle of her company's sales ventures, my coworkers dragged me to one of those sales events to purchase a house from her. However, my gaze was not fixated on the properties she offered, but on her captivating presence. Eventually, I resolved to pursue her ardently, and our romance blossomed from it naturally.

She was the sales champion of their company. Her monthly sales figures surpassed the entire team's combined efforts, and she reaped greater financial rewards than I did.

Despite her substantial earnings, she remained humble and did not flaunt her wealth at home. Rather than boasting about her financial achievements, she devoted her time to taking care of me and preparing a diverse range of soups every day. Her versatility extended beyond her work performance, making her a great all-rounder.

Despite being in a stable and loving relationship with Queenie for three years, she never stayed overnight and always insisted on returning to her rental house every day, even though we had done everything a man and a woman should have done.

She carried herself with elegance and grace in all situations, except for one aspect.

It was a private matter between us that only she and I knew about. Every time we made love, she tended to record videos and take pictures of me in the nude, citing her desire to preserve the sweet moments and revisit them when she missed me.

As I observed the coy expression on her face and her dependence on me, it brought me immense joy. Our little secret was a playful and naughty indulgence that strengthened our bond. In fact, it made me see her as even more innocent and charming.

Queenie possessed a kind and compassionate nature that attracted numerous individuals toward her. However, she maintained a respectable image with a small, selective social circle comprising solely of women. To ensure my peace of mind, she even introduced me to her female acquaintances.

As a result, through Queenie's female friends, I came to realize the fragile nature of women's friendships.

Despite their advanced age, some of these women felt compelled to add me on WhatsApp after meeting me. They would then make racy comments publicly and disregarded Queenie's feelings.

To safeguard the innocent Queenie from getting hurt, I tactfully advised her to refrain from associating with these women, and even blacklisted them myself.

Queenie was very receptive to my advice, and the women in question never appeared again. Her endearing persona was a source of immense satisfaction for my ego, and I found myself falling even deeper in love with her.

Despite Queenie's substantial monthly income, it was peculiar that she had not invested in any property of her own within the city. Instead, she had been frequently moving around and renting various residences. In fact, she had relocated six or seven times in the past three years alone.

The reasons behind Queenie's frequent moves were rather unusual. Sometimes, it was due to noise disturbance. Other times, there were weird claims of the house being haunted or that she was subjected to harassment by someone.

Due to Queenie's consistently kind behavior toward me, I refrained from inquiring about the reasons behind her frequent moves.

As a web novelist, I felt incredibly fortunate to have landed such an amazing girlfriend, and my family and friends couldn't help but agree, claiming that I was indeed a lucky man.

I had always believed that I had a stroke of luck to have Queenie in my life, until a recent event caused me to question my trust in her.

That day, we had dinner at home. After that, we engaged in physical activity in bed and finished at around eleven o'clock at night. It was pouring heavily outside, and I was drenched in sweat, feeling lethargic and unwilling to move from the bed.

Queenie took a shower and emerged from the bathroom with wet hair, clad in only a white shirt.

"I'm going back," Queenie stated calmly as she grabbed a towel and began to dry her hair.

"Don't go back in this heavy rain. Stay here tonight," I suggested as I held onto her tightly.

To my surprise, she pushed me away coldly, reminding me of our agreement. "Have you forgotten our three rules?"

One of the three rules that Queenie had set was that she would never spend the night at my house. Initially, I believed that this was due to her being a decent and conservative woman. However, the events of the past three years had made me question this reasoning. What was the true reason behind her unwavering insistence on not staying over?

Could there be something that she wasn't telling me?

Noticing my discontent, Queenie quickly explained in a soft tone, "My hometown is a conservative rural area. Every night, my parents watch the surveillance footage to confirm that I am spending the night at home. I have to go back, my love. Since I have chosen to marry you, I must maintain a proper image to avoid any future judgment from your family. Don't you agree?"

After pondering over her explanation, I realized that her reasoning was valid. I had known her for a significant period, and she had always been a good person.

Realizing the soundness of her explanation, I stretched my body and suggested, "In that case, I'll drive you home. It's late and it's raining heavily outside. So, it's not safe for you to walk back in the dark alone."

Queenie's eyes flickered, and I could tell that she wanted to say something, but she held back and nodded in agreement.

I drove her down to her apartment building, and although I offered to accompany her upstairs, she refused. Since I had a writing deadline to meet that evening, I didn't press the issue.

However, on the way back, I noticed that she had left her work badge in the car. Hence, I quickly made an u-turn, thinking of giving it back to her as she would need it the next day.

As I parked my car downstairs and was about to head upstairs, I spotted a familiar figure emerging from the corridor.

Donning a provocative black mini-skirt, paired with fishnet stockings and a heavy application of makeup, the woman held a cigarette between her fingers, exuding an aura of risqué femininity.

To my astonishment, the sexy woman before me was none other than my own girlfriend, Queenie.

In a state of disbelief, I rubbed my eyes, only to realize that the woman before me was indeed Queenie. She was oozing with seductiveness and charm. Despite the physical resemblance, there was a stark contrast between her current demeanor and the Queenie I had known all along.

Had it not been for the fact that I had been in a relationship with Queenie for three years and was familiar with her every feature, I would have assumed that the woman standing before me was Queenie's identical twin sister.

I was about to drive the car over and ask where she was going dressed like this.

At that moment, however, I spotted a sleek and lavish black Bentley pulling up nearby and coming to a halt in front of Queenie.

The Bentley was veiled with an opaque film, concealing the identity of the individual within.

Nonetheless, Queenie seemed to recognize the car. Swaying her voluptuous waist, she sashayed over with a smile. Then, she opened the door and slipped inside.

It suddenly dawned on me that Queenie had never stayed overnight with me because she was seeing other men. The sight of her getting into the Bentley had confirmed my worst fears. She was cheating on me!

The realization filled me with anger, causing the blood to rush to my head. I flung open the car door in a fit of rage and made my way toward Queenie. I couldn't fathom what I had done to deserve such treatment from her. How could she betray me like this?

However, as soon as I flung open the car door, the black Bentley sped away at lightning speed and vanished into the darkness.

I clenched my teeth and took several deep breaths, attempting to regulate my emotions.

Even if I had been cheated on, I needed to uncover the identity of the individual who had won Queenie over.

Despite the man's ability to afford a luxurious Bentley worth millions and was probably incredibly wealthy, I had my ego. I was determined to catch up to him and discover what else he could offer Queenie besides his wealth.

Fueled by this intense desire, I shut the car door and pressed my foot down hard on the accelerator, pursuing the Bentley with reckless abandon.

Although my own vehicle was no match for the high-end Bentley in terms of performance, I noticed that the Bentley was driving in a haphazard manner, swerving down the center of the road as if the driver was intoxicated.

The veins in my temple pulsated furiously as a scene of Queenie and the unknown driver of the Bentley being lovey-dovey with each other surfaced in my mind. I felt as though my emotions were spiraling out of control as I pressed harder on the accelerator with the intention of overtaking the Bentley and confronting the cheating couple. I needed Queenie to provide me with an explanation for her betrayal.

Just as I was determined to overtake the Bentley, a vehicle suddenly swerved past me, blaring its horn loudly. I barely managed to react in time, slamming my foot down on the brakes to avoid a collision that could have been potentially fatal.

The close call caused cold sweat to break out on my forehead. It was then that I came to my senses.

The driver of the other car shouted angrily, "Are you trying to get yourself killed? Don't put others in danger even if you want to die. If I didn't have somewhere to be, I'd beat you senseless." With that, the driver sped off, leaving behind a trail of curses.

The Bentley continued on its way with Queenie still inside, oblivious to my pursuit and the danger I had put myself and others in.

I wiped the cold sweat from my forehead and gradually calmed myself down after experiencing the near-death situation. I realized that I was not at fault, and that Queenie was the one who had betrayed both me and our relationship for the past three years. I refused to let the actions of such a promiscuous woman push me to the brink of self-destruction.

Despite my newfound resolve, I couldn't simply let the matter go. After all, Queenie had been deceiving me for three long years. In order to stop playing the fool, I needed to uncover the true nature of Queenie's character and make a decision based on that.

With that thought in mind, I followed the Bentley out of the city and eventually came to a stop outside a forest park.

During the day, the forest park was bustling with tourists, but at night, it was deserted except for a distant security guard stationed at the gate where the lights were on.

The Bentley came to a stop in a secluded area, and in order to avoid detection, I found a place to park my car before cautiously making my way toward the Bentley on foot. Then, I stayed hidden behind a large tree in the darkness.

As soon as the Bentley came to a stop, the door opened, revealing Queenie and a middle-aged bald man. They stepped out of the vehicle while in each other's arms.

In a sweet voice, Queenie said, "I had no idea that this forest park is your property. Why did you bring me here in the middle of the night?"

The balding man responded with an obscene remark, "There's a three-story villa in this forest park, and we have it all to ourselves tonight. It's perfect for what we're going to do."

Queenie pushed him away a little. "You're so annoying..." she complained coyly before linking arms with the bald man and following him toward the villa.

As I watched this scene unfold before my eyes, I felt a deep sense of humiliation wash over me. My anger boiled over, and I was tempted to rush forward and punish the cheating couple for their betrayal. I yearned to make them kneel before me, begging for my forgiveness.

Despite my rage, reason prevailed and told me to avoid being impulsive. I couldn't let this woman go so easily. I needed to uncover the truth, gather evidence, and confront her about her actions. Only then would I be able to demand answers and find out why she had betrayed me in such a manner.

I retrieved my phone and carefully aimed the camera at Queenie, capturing her true nature through the lens.

I was curious about the identity of the Bentley owner whose face I hadn't managed to see yet. Since I was unwilling to leave without finding out, I wanted to move to the other side and take more pictures.

As I focused on taking pictures of Queenie, I was unaware of my surroundings and accidentally kicked over an iron bucket with my foot, causing a loud noise.